Gemotions

He tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, a nervous rhythm that echoed in the silent apartment. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, adding to the feeling of unease. He couldn’t concentrate on the book he was supposed to be reading. He felt like he wanted to be somewhere else. He needed to feel like he was *doing* something.

He tossed the book aside and rose to his feet. He began to pace, his mind racing. He needed a break from the monotony, a distraction from the constant pressure of work. He thought about a dog.

He pictured the joyful chaos of a puppy, the endless energy, the unwavering devotion. A small animal, for some love and companionship. He started his search, ignoring the voice of his roommate, who'd said they weren't getting a pet.